'Poppy, nice to meet you, I'm Mr Johnson, the headteacher here. Please stand upright when I'm talking to you and look this way.''What?' said Poppy, tu...ning towards him, still chewing.'We do not tolerate bad manners here Poppy, this is not a good first impression. You clearly haven't read our behaviour policy - there is no chewing gum allowed. Maisy the bin please.' Maisy brought her a bin and she reluctantly spat out her gum.'Maisy - you're going to do a tour for Poppy later I believe, show her. I never have seen a breast nipple erect, not live and poking out . . . ready to be touched . . . like yours are." He had returned my implied invitation to gander at my chickpea, with a gambit to cop. It turned me on, I felt my body responding to his tentative advances, like a k** again, ready to make out on the couch."Could I, Maggie?”“What?" I was brought out of my romantic erotic reverie.“Can I see you breasts, see your nipples erect? Open your blouse and let me see your…please, Maggie!”Still. There was nothing to hold on to, except her. I placed my hands on her hips as she throttled the ATV and we took off. We hadn’t gone far when I decided I better hold on tighter and wrapped my arms around her. She had a rugged softness that was very endearing. We had only gone about five hundred yards, down a dirt road and past a rocky outcrop, when suddenly she stopped the ATV. “What insurance company did you say you were with?” she asked as we coasted to a stop under a large oak tree. I named. Then one night after a little too much wine loosened my tongue I confessed to Joe that I got little pleasure from anal. I told him I liked doing it but I was one of those women who climaxed from vaginal intercourse and I felt I was missing out. We went back to our old way of making love but that just meant that both of us were not enjoying it.Joe came home from work the next day and said he had an idea, he asked if I would listen with an open mind. Talk about off the wall; he was on the back of.